The whirl of Rebellion officers and workers was simply amazing compared to the presence from when Arlyn had first entered the organization. She had been a Rebellion intelligence agent, filled with vigor and determination, to bring down the Galactic Empire. That sheer emotion had never left her body, her mind devoted to the destruction of the ring of terror the Imperial government brought daily. Secretly, she had moved pieces and assets against their organization, sometimes bending the law and morals in her favor to destroy the binds of tyranny the Galactic Empire held.

It was Eve that had reminded her that in destroying the Galactic Empire, she was dangerously close to creating her own, perverted version of the nightmare she wished to destroy. Since then, the thanagarian Security Chief had put away her secret warfare tools, she disbanded the Geonosian facilities, she had left secret alliances and negotiations.

Her husband was returning from the final affair, the final act of the secret warfare against the Galactic Empire. And with him, came all the designs and copyright infringement of Pheonix Corp. Together, fused with the abilities of Turbinia and the Zerconian Hive, she would assemble a place of refuge. It would be a quiet and secretive world, a place where Arlyn and her family could escape to should Imperial personages move against them. It would also be able to host rebellion assets in the near future.

Today, however, was the dawn of a new beginning. She focused on securing the returned galactic democracy, the freedom that was available to herself and her children, should be made available to others. The planet of Kashyyyk was a prime supporter of this government, and in return, the Rebellion supported peace and prosperity.

It, however, was attacked, by a neighboring world, and a band of Trandoshans had made an attack force on the surface. Racism powered the reptilian army that was forming on the surface, burning the forest and killing any wookiee that came too close to the preparation of a supposed massive invasion.

Security Chief Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad entered the Staging Grounds, a Rebellion Strike Force prepared to launch from the capital and provide direct assistance to the wookiees and natives to the world. It also showed the galaxy the Rebellion never abandoned it's member worlds to it's own problem. Even the top of the command chain would pick up a blaster and drive the invaders from the world.

Usually followed by three beautifully built aides, the thanagarian was followed by a single woman: Eve. She had been tested in world military tactics; assuming control over a deserted ice world. Now, the Human Replica Droid would assist the Rebellion in it's efforts on Kashyyyk.

Jase awoke to a buzzing in his head. Gripping his temples, he looked around his quarters in a haze. Bottles of liquor cluttered the spartan furnishings, the smell of stale alcohol and bitter smoke filled the room. Leaning over in the bed, he snubbed out the smoldering butt of a cigarette in the ashtray. A recent habit, picked up after he had left the Medical Facility. Two days it had been since that eventful stint of guard duty. He barely remembered a thing. Medical leave was giving him far too much spare time, he realized as he knocked over three bottles. Staggering from bed, he made his way to the kitchen and began brewing some caf.

As the smell of the aromatic liquid filled the room, he realized something. It wasn't his head that was buzzing, it was his personal comm. Stumbling over to it, he placed his hand on the wall to brace himself and checked the waiting message. There was a briefing for some mission that he was to attend. Apparently, it was time to put the Unknowns to the test. Muttering to himself, he poured a cup of caf and began getting dressed...

As he walked up to the Staging Grounds, Jase stopped to swallow a pill for his internal injuries. Now that the Force had returned to his control, he had no need for the walking staff. Of course, he still had to take medication to heal his body. It was ironic, that the provoking of memories by Jax would be the catalyst for him to regain his Force sensitivity. Looking around, he placed the pills back into the pouch that sat next to his three lightsabers. Cracking his knuckles, he wondered who exactly had paged him. It was bustling with activity, something big was underfoot. " Does somebody wish to tell me what is going on here?"_________________

With an adrenaline rushed start, the Security portion of the operation departed. The Security Chief herself would board a Rebellion aligned vessel and depart immediately for the homeworld of the wookiees. One of the more famous of the native members, Chewbacca, had been reported missing and so was his life debt owner, Han Solo. Arlyn's mind had a feeling of what happened to the Corellian man, his heart in the right place, yet his mind obviously off the sanity meter.

The thanagarian walked in a quick pace, her aides and top security advisor matching her as she walked towards the hangar bay. Eve paused for a moment, speaking to a rugged man for a moment, her eyes turning to Arlyn. She realized it was Jase, and their division would be needed at the very peak of the defensive. After several moments of speech, Arlyn cleared him for travel aboard the Caprician.

Not hesitating for another moment, the Security Chief and her team of Rebellion officers departed the surface of Denon._________________Alatáriël Pallanén-DavadLeader of the Zerconian Hive

Eve followed Chief Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad, as she spoke to Ryan on the private channels of their network.

"She's coming." Eve informed the male Human Replica Droid. His surprise for his wife was falling behind schedule, as his shuttle slipped from hyperspace. Clearing the vessel with Rebellion security, he raced towards the awaiting Apex dreadnaught.

"Thanks Eve, I'll meet with you tomorrow." Since the beginning of her entire existence, Eve had never wanted to physically meet and interact with any other than Ryan Davad. He was one of the most interesting artificial minds Eve had experienced and interfaced with.

As they walked towards the exit of the Staging Grounds, Eve noticed the man she had spoken to several nights before. Instead of a clean and neat self, he was rugged with obvious signs of drug related use. He was fit, just not cleaned up.

Pausing the Security delegation, Eve stepped towards him. "You look well." Eve said honestly. She didn't expect an answer. "I'm going to assume you were informed of the mission to Kashyyyk. And according to the Rebellion databanks, you are still in need of a vessel." With a click of her supercomputer, Jase Denora was just filed to the Caprician.

Eve practically controlled the vessel; her supercomputer was paired with the vessel since her test run at Eredenn Prime. "You'll be safe there." she smiled, before getting clearance from Alatáriël. Without a word from the man, but his movement with the group they left the Rebellion Staging Grounds and boarded a shuttle.

Within minutes, it launched and carried the group towards the awaiting Apex.